Spanking After Ruined Orgasm

Perfunctory. Functional. Efficient. 

I am being manipulated towards an ejaculation. It won't be an orgasm or a complete orgasm anyway, but it will be enough for me to spill my seed, lose my erection, and not be sexually aroused anymore. Then she will spank me. 

"Just a little more, I think," she says quietly like she is talking to herself. 

Joyless. Mechanical. Necessary. 

I was bad. It isn't important why, really. I get spanked for a bunch of things. Some are rules she has for me and some are rules I have for myself that she helps me keep. Today I spent some money on something for myself that I didn't really need and, well, we both don't think that is something I should be doing. 

Sad. Disappointed. Duty. 

Unfortunately I get excited by spanking. It is what gets me aroused even more than the thought of intercourse or oral sex. Those things are great, but if she wants me to cum faster, she doesn't have to do much more than playfully pat my bottom. 

Indifferent. Dispassionate. Methodical. 

I like getting play spankings and can even cum during the hardest ones. This makes punishing me with a spanking a challenge but a challenge overcome by simply relieving my arousal beforehand. She knows it hurts more after I've squirted away my excitement. I would very much rather have a big grown up erection and great big orgasm during my spanking. After I've had my little fun, I don't want it anymore and it just hurts. It is like my special present has been ruined. 

"Please don't make me cum before my spanking," I plead. My adult penis protrudes obscenely from my hairless torso. It looks out of place on my thin and pale frame. It is engorged and darker in color and though completely normally sized and shaped, it appears to be the most adult part of me. In the mirror, I am embarrassed to see what could be a pre-teen boy with his fingers interlaced behind his head, twitching and humping.

"No, you won't appreciate your punishment if we don't take care of this first," she says with a note of disappointed resignation. She is just taking care of business, doing a task, solving her little boy's problem. She didn't sign up for this when she married me. Sure, she knew that I liked spanking but neither of us had thought about how hard it would be to punish me if I liked my punishment. 

The little finger tip vibrator--an embarrassingly small device--gently caresses the underside of my throbbing erection. 

Patient. Routine. Obligatory. 

"Please," I hiss. It feels so good not just because she knows this is a very fast, effective, and efficient way to stimulate me to orgasm but because the idea of my impending spanking including the pain and humiliation but also the embarrassment of this situation is all making me a live nerve of sexual excitement. 

She takes the vibrator away leaving me humping the air in front of her face. Looking up at my flushed face, she says "look, this isn't much fun for me either. You were naughty today and now we have to do this and then spank you. Maybe I wanted to have sex today. Did you think of that? But no, I can't have sex with a naughty boy. I have to spank a naughty boy after making him have his little cum so he won't enjoy it. 

"Now, stop whining. Stop begging. Hurry up and let's get this over with." 

Then, focusing back on my engorged member, she carefully finds my special place with the vibrator again. I gasp in spite of myself. I shouldn't be enjoying this as much as I am. If she could find an easier and quicker way to make me orgasm, I'm sure she would do it. We've learned that this gets the job done very effectively because it is so pleasurable to me. 

When it first was apparent that I needed to be punished sometimes, I would cum during my spankings. After a couple of those, she made me go masturbate in the bathroom first before my spankings. She liked how much I didn't want a spanking when I came out but after a while she started to think I was enjoying myself in the bathroom too much and she made me jack-off in front of her. That is when she realized that she should take matters in her own hands if she was going to make sure I wasn't enjoying the process too much.

 At first, she would give me a perfectly acceptable hand job. Then she made me buy a ribbed sleeve but she didn't like how much I liked it. She did a little research and learned that the trick was to ruin my orgasm by stopping before I actually ejaculated. The sleeve made that tricky so she started experimenting with vibrators. The bigger ones were almost too effective at making me cum quickly and she couldn't keep me from having satisfying orgasms. This little fingertip model was enough to get me there but not enough to create a huge orgasm. 

Professionally. Skillfully. Persistently. 

The little vibrator gently coaxed me to an involuntary orgasm. The little paddle lay on the bed to the right of my seated wife. She held my underwear--panties, really--in her left hand ready to catch whatever spilled out of me. I shivered and twitched. If I could remain perfectly still, maybe she wouldn't notice that I was about to cum and it would be a little more satisfying. She missed the signs a couple times and accidentally allowed me to squirt before taking away the stimulation. 

But, then I screwed up like I almost always do and forgot to breath regularly. She knew I was close. Just a little more and then all she did was switch hands taking the vibrator away and putting my panties directly under but not touching me. 

I was completely and majestically erect when I experienced just the shadow of an orgasm. A soft frustrated "noooo" escaped me as I started to twitch and pump vainly. There was no impressive squirting, just a dribble of white semen bubbling out of the tip and dripping onto the underwear I'd be wearing after my spanking. It was so close but not quite enough. Immediately, my erection started to wain and sag as I whimpered and wiggled in frustration. Just a little more was all I needed. 

She waited until it was over before speaking. "All done?" she asked coldly. I just nodded. "OK then, time for spanking," she said putting down the vibrator and picking up the paddle. "Over you go," she command nodding at her lap. 

Carefully she placed my soiled undies under my penis as I lay over her to catch any leakage still remaining in my softening penis. I was whimpering like a scared dog the whole time. "Oh hush," she said annoyed. "You will have plenty to cry about in a minute." 

I was reminded immediately that spankings hurt. There wasn't much of a warmup before she was in full swing and I was just trying to not be a huge baby about the thing. She did a little lecturing but never stopped spanking or even asked me to respond. There was stuff about not buying things I don't need and something about how I should ask first. She covered all of my bottom and then just worked on the sit spots until my fight was gone. 

I'm not allowed to recover over her lap after punishment spankings. It was done as fast as it started. She barked for me to stand up and when I didn't move fast enough, the brush connected with my upper thighs a couple times to get me going. 

I brought my underwear up with me as I stood up. I learned this the hard way early on when my stickiness and wiggling caused them to stick enough to my penis to pick them up but not enough to hold them there. They fell off and landed sticky side down which was bad. 

I held my little panties to my groin as I stood up and then pulled them away, turned them right side out, and without being told, I put them on. My spanking panties are delicate and little. Fully erect, I pop out the top but as a flaccid, chastised little boy, I fit perfectly. They are tight around my stinging and swollen bottom. The little bit of elastic cuts into my cheeks. Around the front, the lilac nylon is practically transparent in places where my semen is still wet. 

"Very pretty," she says smiling at last. I sniffle and stare at my feet. "OK, that's enough. Get some clothes on and take me to dinner."